Scrapbook Life (colors of a better day)

Color me wonderful like the skies in your dreams
Condemn my eyes by bruise; sew the lashes as the seams
Staring at "flawless" pictures with a restless pen on angry paper
Trapped by words in this scrapbook life- I'm on my best behavior
My blood's of purple and gold, its flows to paint me royal
But though my crown may sparkle, it's only made of foil
I can't tie in anywhere else, so I'll never escape this life of mine
Breathing in the air of glass to outlive the frames of time
Hardback covers envelop me but every page inside is torn
My scrapbook life and burnt memories cover me with scorn
No one hears the truth when I read them words from a scattered page
Every character in my story uses bitter love to hide their hate
I'm in the middle of a ballroom, and my dress won't let me breathe
I'm alone despite their swarming, crying on my knees
Pages once just smoldering ashes are rekindled by my tears
A flaming fire from my heart screams out after all these years
Screaming at the ones who tied everything too tight
Screaming at the ones who said I never looked quite right
Screaming because they drowned me in everything I hate
Finding no way out- trapped here by my fate
Color me wonderful like the streaks in your voice
Condemn me with dungeons and give me no choice
Staring at a mirror with a restless fist into the glass
Oh but they all wanted to help, funny how none of them came fast
They're all too busy telling lies and raising up their stature
None of them really care- unless care turned into laughter
If I could find the perfect shades, I'd trace myself away
To where I want to be by the colors of a better day